I soon phased out, my mind elsewhere in a fantasy of my own. The burnt in memory of Mora returned. I was the client, the person my friend was dancing...on, my gaze laying on her breasts with my hands everywhere else. I could imagine the feel of the soft, supple skin that laid beneath and I moaned. Mora would then push me down to the bed and slowly remove my sandals, brushing her hands down my legs to marvel the silky soft skin that awaited her. She would then kiss up each leg. Delicate kisses,. Bharat was in the army, so he had a nice body with hight and personality. His posting was in Kolkata.Soon we talked so much and got to know about each other quite a lot. He was married for 4 years and he left his wife in Udaipur. We were talking about each other’s interests. Every time my mom did some stuff, Bharat tried to see her armpit and enjoy that scene.As she wanted to change her dress, she went to the bathroom and came back with a black salwar suit. She didn’t wear a bra under her. The turned on the vibrator and instead of inserting it into her wonderful love canal I slid it ever so gently back and forth over her clit. I would allow the very tip of the vibrator to rest on her clit for only a second only to continue the stroking. The other girl had put down the bat and was also naked now and standing next to. She reached up grabbing the first girl's head and brought their lips together. She was slowly stroking the first girl's breast, pulling on her nipples to insure they. And it felt so good to her.Myra moved gingerly to her bed where her naked husband lay and slowly slid in beside him. He grunted as she laid on her back beside him, and grabbed his hand. Slowly, Myra guided his hand down to her pussy, letting his fingers course over her landing-strip until he covered her wet division. Myra grinned as she watched him turn his head and open his eyes.“Myra, that’s not… Oh wow, it is,” Roland spoke.“Mmm, hmm,” Myra answered with closed lips.“It’s nice and wet. Myra,.